_The Future in God's Hands._
Oh, I often sit and ponder,
When the sun is sinking low,
Where shall yonder future find me?
Does but God in heaven know?
Shall I be among the living?
Shall I be among the free?
Wheresoe'er my path be leading,
Savior, keep my heart with thee.
Cho.--Oh, the future lies before me,
And I know not where I'll be;
But where'er my path be leading,
Savior, keep my heart with thee.
2 Shall I be at work, for Jesus,
Whilst he leads me by the hand,
And to those around be saying,
Come and join this happy band?
Come, for all things now are ready,
Come, his faithful foll'wer be;
Oh, where'er my path be leading,
Savior, keep my heart with thee.
3 But perhaps my work for Jesus
Soon in future may be done,
All my earthly trials ended,
And my crown in heaven won;
Then forever with the ransomed
Thro' eternity I'd be
Chanting hymns to him who bo't me
With his blood, shed on a tree.
Miss Jennie Stout.